sounds way too familiar...

[acroyear]

The Vicar:

[...] But the real stuff of life, the creative world, that sits unattended in the corner. And try as I may, it is a space I cannot enter. At every turn, BOP, some more "stuff" comes and fills the space. It takes so much energy to man the barricades, that, even on the few moments I can protect, I have no energy to be creative. Ground into the dust. I have almost forgotten how to dream. Whimper whimper.

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I'll second that

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really